Thank You

I'm not religious, I don't believe in anyone's concept of 'God' or go to church. But I do believe in a benevolent higher power, it might be the rope gods, it might be providence, it might be  Aphrodite, or Venus, or just collisions of circumstances which sometimes don't seem completely random. 


Whatever it is, I owe it my thanks, my love, my all. I have been blessed, I have love, I have friends, I have been able to be there for me, and they've been there for me, and we've held each other up, leaned against each other, helped each other to ground, and flown hand in hand to the stars and back. This weekend was a stressful one in some ways, someone had a scare and I was able to help, to hold a hand, to reassure, to stop someone dwelling on a worst case which might not come to pass. 


I helped people find things, and get to places, I made sure that things were where they needed to be, fed people cupcakes, ran Quizno's to friends and volunteers. I participated in a double gravity boot suspension, I gave a suspendee my cleavage for a pillow and I demoed for my Sir's two classes, Sexual Shibari and Partial Suspensions. I laughed, I lived, I loved. 


My Sir tied me to a rig we waited on for an hour, just a simple chest harness, a takata kote, nothing more. I couldn't fall over, only into his ropes, or into his arms.  He held me tight while he threw his fists into me again and again all over, kicks, and knees and climbing on me, digging his knees into my body, punching me harder than ever before, slapping me across the face to make my head ring with the force of the blow. He threw both fists into my chest and I managed to gasp out a 'please!' but I don't know that I would have been able to stop the orgasm that tore through me on his 'cum.' That one word sent me shaking, falling into the ropes, he didn't move his fists, digging them in instead, and I leaned in, standing on tip toes and leaning in to his fists, shaking with the force of my orgasm until he put a hand gently on my chest and said 'stop' smiling, calling me his good girl, I was so good, I smiled back, happy to have pleased him, glad that the ropes were holding me, it was as if I were wrapped in his arms. He made to untie me, and all I could say was 'Please don't say it's over Sir!" almost plaintively, but he laughed, and gave me more, more of his fists, more of his open hands, all over my body, climbing up me again.


I wasn't on the planet earth any more, the world held on by a thread, if that. I was alone with him in a parallel universe, we floated together, linked by our eyes and wherever he touched me, hands, fists, knees, boots and I knew that I was his. 


Someone caught me in the lobby a while later, and said that it had been a beautiful scene to watch, I had no idea that he'd been there. The rest of the world really had ceased to exist for a while. 


That was my Winter Fire, and I thank all the people involved, and whatever higher power gave me the opportunities I had, and the love I felt.